Page 83 of Wicked Truths

“Grind on your alphas knot,” Marcus says, smirking. “I’d like to see your ridiculously snug cunt embarrass someone else for a change.”

“You should never be embarrassed,” I assure him, smiling. My chest heaves, but Liam grips my hips, swiveling them in a circle, and my body seems to overload with pressure and pleasure. My hands fall to his thighs, and my nails dig in deeper than I’d feel comfortable with if I was more coherent.

“Yeah, I’m going to bust,” Liam snarls, sitting up and framing my back. “That’s it, clench on my knot. Damn, dirty girl, I’m going to fucking blow.”

Sullivan keeps me upright as I wobble.

I don’t know what sends me over the edge this time, but I toss myself forward, biting his neck as I come.

“Yeah, you’re mine. I’m never letting you get away.” Liam continues murmuring soft words of praise about how perfect I am and how amazing I feel while he works me over his swelling length. He jolts inside me as Sullivan palms my head.

It’s very difficult to even process this is reality, but if this is my new normal, I’m totally here for it.

* * *

I spend a solid hour or two locked to Liam before he and Sullivan escape the nest in search of food.

Hawk joins us with the stupid contract the resort apparently needs filled out. I thought it was optional, but I’m guessing for legal purposes, they want it signed by all of us.

“No,” I grunt, rolling closer to Marcus. “I don’t want to.”

“Little one,” Hawk growls, “keep trying me and you’ll get a trip over my damn knee before you know it.”

“You two are quite entertaining.” Marcus wraps his hand around my head, pulling me back to his purring chest. “She’s obviously not interested in filling it out for herself. Maybe try asking her the questions and fill in her responses?” He kisses my forehead. “If Hawk does the majority of the work, you’ll sign it, won’t you, princess?”

“I guess,” I grumble, but in all honesty, I don’t want a contract for my heat.

It feels so impersonal.

I hate it.

I get why omegas who don’t know the alphas they’re matched to need one, but I trust my pack.

I go rigid at the thought, but my impulses are firmly pleased with thinking of them as mine.

They are my pack.

We’re meant to be together as a unit.

My instincts are sure of it.

The longer I go without the suppressants, the easier it is to feel confident I’m right.

A slow smile crosses my face. It’s a huge relief to admit it to myself.

“What was that thought?” Marcus chuckles, kissing my cheek. I shake my head against his shoulder. “All right, you better get started, that thing is fucking thick, and she’s already getting warm.”

Hawk grunts out the questions, and I answer them easily enough. It feels like it goes on forever as Marcus digs his hands into my nude back. He’s purring and snuggling the hell out of me as he works my sore muscles. I’m legitimately shocked no woman had the intelligence to scoop him up before I came along. Well, not long term anyway, and none of them appreciated or valued him like I do.

I end up frowning because I legitimately hate thinking of him with anyone else, especially Reba Sparks.

“Somnophilia? What is that?” Hawk sounds truly perplexed.

“Um, I don’t know either,” I groan as Marcus teases a hand down my middle until he’s cupping my sex.

“That would be fucking when one party isn’t awake.” Marcus snorts, looking down at me. “That sounds worse than it is. We’ve done it before, like when I get you all turned on while you’re still asleep and slide inside you before you’re fully awake. Or if you wake up desperate for my cock and sink down on me when I’m still partially asleep. That kind of thing.”

I love the sparkle in his eyes while he speaks. No, I just really love him. It’s quick, but they say things move fast with alphas and omegas.

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